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Catherine Keener Plays My Mom
I can dream, can't I? That's how the song goes.
The thrum of my own rings inside my head.
That it's a long shot everybody knows,
But there it is when I crawl into bed.
Like manna the script tumbles from the sky,
Words with purpose cascading from our lips.
Each move we make will have a reason why.
During our break it's coffee with the grips.
I don't see money, I don't see awards,
Just pleasure in craft and its blissful calm.
There's a light in the dark I'm moving towards -
That's where Catherine Keener plays my mom
And I'm no longer kept in the shadows.
I can dream, can't I? That's how the song goes.
